The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-12-06
A Scene in Western Smoking Car
From the CHICAGO Tribune


In the smoking car there were some thirty or
forty railroad graders who had finished grad
ing contract and were headed for the Wisconsin
pineries for the winter. The cup that cheers in
the guise of fat bottle. circulated on all sides
After some time big man without any coat or
vest, and wearing red wooden shirt, got up in
the forward end of the car, slammed his broad
brimmed hat down on the car floor, and jumped
onto it and yelled:
Boys, I'm a-r,innin' this ere train"
You bet.' whooped the others.
"You all know Old jerry Hostetter! You're
all aware Old Jerry Hostetter amt no SLOUGH
When Old Jerry Hostetter says he's a-runnin'
this ere train. wy that's what he's dom! Born
in cyclone, rocked to sleep by a whirlwind,
brought up in a tornader, fit an licked a spout
in volcano at the early age of leven years.
When Old Jerry Hostetter comes to town he
has to travel down the valley three days an
three nights fore he comes to where the bad
man at the head of Bitter creek lives That S
Old Jerry Hostetter-cant be rode with spurs
an won't drive only on the lead, Boys was
Old Jerry Hostetter ever lcked:''
mot much!n roared the crowd.
That's whatr' replied the redoubtable Jerry,
as he jumped up and down on his hat, that's
what, ev'ry whack! He wasn't never licked an
he amt never goin to be! I'm a-runnln' this
ere train, an what want to say is, that can
lick the conductor! l can pound the conductur
of this ere train, an I'm goin' to do it! Hide
ont you small fry, an femme at the conductur!
Lemme jes git
'HahH said Swede who sat near. and who
was not quite so drunk as the rest Hold on,
there comes the cOn-ducturl"
Old Jerry turned and saw him Just opening
the door.
"Lemme jes' git my paws on that air brake
mani" went on the man who had fought the
rampant volcano when he was of tender wears.
"Where's that sneakin', cowardly brakeman
Lemme at him, till / pound the plastern' off n
the top of the car with his feet When Old
Jerry Hostetter hits brakeman he never
wiggles .ag'n! Where's that yelpin, snarlin',
lynn"
Look out, he yust come out of the udder
car" said the Swede.
MIR Hostetter took a hurried glance over his
shoulder, only stopping long enough to catch
his breath and went on:
'Show me that yelpn, snarin', lynn sneak of
q newsboy, an I'll show you a man Old Jerry
Hostetter can lick! Where's that cheatin', low.
down pea-nutter thnt sold old Jerry a apple for
ten oentsl Bring him here TIL | 'st4rininate
himl Tell me whore he is, an I'll hunt him out
an kick him off'n the top Of a high hill Old
Jerry Hostetter can smash any"
He's comm in the udder door, Yerryl'' said
the Swede in hoarse whisper.
''Wour-rrck! I'm bloody murderer Gimme
room! Born in a slycone, rocked by whirl-
wind"
shut up, or I'll bust you, you old liar''
howled another grader wearing a blue shirt, as
he got up few feet away. "Give a better man
a chance"' and then he got out in the aisle and
danced on his hat and told what bad man he
was, but prudently directed all his threats
against the contractor he had been working for
and who was not on the train. Old Jerry Hostel
ter settled down between the seats aud took
long drink.